When I lay awake in a shaky cradle
Of my uncontrollably throbbing universe
My intrepid existence incredibly fragile
My stare locked on those things growing on the wall
Mysterious as a jungle
Mysterious as sticky cracked floor tiles
Trembling in anticipation as a gecko skulking
Across the ceiling
Then I played with colorful rattlesnakes
Fallen twigs and forgotten pebbles
Of exorbitant value
Determined as porpoises
Or manatees with a toothless smile
All of them, they still stand over me
Now dead serious and
Awkwardly grown up
Some of them can still face me
Some of them can focus
Their beady eyes
Struggling to threaten me
Swinging their blunt snouts for ages
Before decomposing in their own mind